He Xuchunqiu

Chapter 17 Disconnection

The incandescent lamp hanging above the head swayed countless phantoms, round and round, like blooming flowers that confuse people's eyes.What kind of person is firmly bound on the recliner, unable to move, but the world is transformed into countless illusions beyond his cognition like the sky is falling apart.

The ups and downs of the chest seemed like something was going to burst out of his chest, and he felt as if he was out of touch with the body, and the dying desire was within reach.

After the electric shock stopped, He Shiren still twitched uncontrollably as if he had been electrocuted, and the aftertaste of numbness still filled every inch of blood vessels and nerves.

Being pulled up from the reclining chair, both feet touched the ground, and even the bones turned into soft pain, unable to support the body, who can only be dragged by others.The people in front of them are only the color patches of their clothes and skin. Who can't hear what he instructed, but feel that his hands are like moth wings waving under the night light, overlapping strange light and shadow.

How can a person be paralyzed by the electric shock, his eyes are wide open and cannot be closed, his eyeballs are dry and can only be moistened by endless tears; snot and saliva are also flowing around the contours of his face...

Throwing casually on the ground, He Xu was clinging to the cold concrete like a broken rag, his eyes couldn't focus, and he could only wander with the dust flying in the air.

The moonlight poured down from the narrow window, and there were countless small particles floating in the bright silver light. A flying insect landed on one's eyelids, but no one could drive it away.

Suddenly, a hand slapped away the bug that was rubbing its hands on his eyelids, only then did anyone realize that there were other people in this room.

The owner of that hand didn't make any other movements, but how could anyone feel that a person sat beside him.

Like two similar souls floating away from the body, they depend on each other alone under the moonlight.

The heartbeat decelerated steadily, He Shi took a deep breath, moved his fingers, and felt the power to regain control of his body.

"You should be able to move now." He Xu turned his head and looked at the person beside him who was driving away mosquitoes.

This is a thin man, with slightly sunken cheeks and deep-set eyes, and a pair of unusually clear eyes can't hide the dejection on his face.

He also seems to be a downcast.

How could anyone unconsciously show a self-deprecating smile, move his hands and feet to sit up: "You are also locked up here?"

If the man doesn't answer, it's the default.

Who's eyes fell on the buckle on his chest - No. 8.

"How long have you been here?" He Xu changed the question, his voice still fluttering.

No. 8 shook his head and said, "I don't remember. At the beginning, I counted the time. Now, a day is a day."

Hearing what he said, a sense of loss and sadness rose unconsciously in his heart.

On the 8th, another sentence was added: "It's better than those who don't even count. They just want to escape and don't fight for it."

The man's finger pointed to the dark place on the diagonal, and anyone saw four or five people also wearing "school uniforms" huddled there to rest.

It turned out that so many people were imprisoned here, and so many people were abandoned by their relatives.

How can anyone look at his palm under the dim moonlight, the blisters on it have festered into one piece, the light pink blood and pus are mixed together, and he can still smell the fishy and sweet smell of rotting flesh under his nose.

"Go to bed early, you'll be able to go out one day." He Zhiren wanted to ask some more questions, but the man leaned his back against the wall and closed his eyes.

He Xu learned the posture of No. 8, supported by the wall, and gradually relaxed his muscles.It's just that the left leg has always maintained a sense of congested swelling. No one has ever experienced this kind of experience, so they can only try not to move their legs and feet.

Close your eyes, the drowsiness of someone suddenly swept over...

"Why did your hand hurt so badly?" The familiar voice made He Xuren want to get closer, and Xu Ran's name was ready to be pronounced in his heart.

"Xu Ran!" He Xu grabbed the hand that gave him medicine with his backhand.

"I'm here, don't be afraid." Xu Ran's voice carried a strong sense of security.

The next moment, Xu Ran's hand, which was held tightly by He Xuren, turned into a dazzling electric current, which severely burned his palm.

"Ah!" He Xu let go of his hand.

The electric current turned into a poisonous snake, and quickly wrapped around He Xu's left leg.The poisonous snake twisted tighter and tighter, He Xuren's leg was about to explode in pain.

The snake's head suddenly turned into the instructor's face, and the purple letter "hissed";

He Xuren sat up suddenly, sweating profusely, as if the poisonous snake's bloody mouth was still in front of his eyes.

"Are you awake?" The stubble on Number 8's face showed in the daylight.

He Xu moved his left leg and found that it had been put in a plaster cast: "What's wrong with me?"

"It's just a broken bone, don't worry, they will let you go back at least looking intact." Number 8 glanced at He Xuren's leg, "If you don't want to grow crooked, you'd better not move around."

When He Xu heard this, he immediately settled down: "Don't we need to work with them?"

"No, those of us who escaped have no chance to go out, so we can only be locked up here, and call every now and then so that they can beat them up." After speaking, No. 8 laughed lowly.

Some people touched the hard plaster, looked at the four or five people who were still asleep, and didn't know what to do.

"...but the breeze on the river, and the bright moon in the mountains, the ear hears it and turns it into sound, and the eye meets it and makes color. It is inexhaustible to take and use, and it is the endless treasure of the creator..." With things to do, I silently recited classical Chinese.

"Are you a high school student?"

"Well, if I hadn't been imprisoned here, I should be in my third year of high school."

"Senior year...why did your parents lock you in?"

"I... I'm mentally ill..."

"Heh, are you gay too?"

"Correct."

"What are you afraid of? It's not your fault, it's your natural way of loving, why should you back down, why should you blame yourself?"

"I……"

"Because they failed to achieve their wishes? They failed to live according to the path designed by their ethics?"

"My parents said it was a pervert, a disgusting mental illness. In their eyes, I might be as dirty as mud and shit."

"...This is love, something that many people don't even want to have, how can it be dirty..."

Who would have thought that this tall young man would burst into tears suddenly, and from him, he could find the sympathy that only the same kind can produce.

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